Chapter 15. Orientation

Eryn’s POV

The airport is busy. It is full of humans, and they are pushy. As I wait for my luggage, I am quickly pushed to the back of the crowd due to my small stature. Normally, I would push myself back to the front of the line, but I don’t have the energy.

I spent the whole flight crying. The elderly woman who sat beside me kept trying to cheer me up by giving me candy. I did my best to pretend to be happy for her sake, but now that I am standing in the terminal, the depression is seeping in again.

Standing on my tiptoes, I look over the shoulders of the people in front of me to see if I can see my luggage. My bright blue suitcase appears, and a large tattooed man grabs it off the carousel. I push my way through the crowd and tap him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” I say politely. “That is my luggage.”

The man looks down at me, and I take a step back from him. His green eyes graze over my body, and I instantly feel uncomfortable. He is easily th